I'm mean. Because I find these hilarious!
Which I can, because when I was 10, I went trick or treating, and was walking by a coffin in someone's yard, and they jumped out and grabbed me. I ran. Like my butt was on fire and I was being chased by the devil in a blue dress himself. Okay, so I more than ran. I hauled ass, as fast as my ten year old freaked out self could go. I fell over a brick wall, and landed in a bush. Face first. I snatched my frightened little face up, and threw myself out of that bush so fast. If I had eaten dinner before I for sure would have soiled my pants. Ain't no shame in it, it was THAT scary.
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remeber when i sent you that email where the ghost pops up and scared oldie nad middle? classic. (and parker, too!)
Ya would have loved being part of dh's family. His cousins pulled some big ones on him and vice versa all the time. Think chain saw w/o the saw, mask, dark corners of the yard and some major frightening. Suprised dh hasn't needed counciling. But of course, he's inherited the need to do onto others....
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